My Friend Kwan

          In the first couple months of the year of grade 7, I made friends with this Korean boy in my class. His name was Kwan. He had puffy long hair that covered his forehead. His eyes were narrow eyes, and his nose was flat. His head was the size of a NBA size basketball, which was a bit odd. He was not tall, only at average size. He liked basketball, just like me. He spent most of his time on the basketball court just like me. It was my pleasure to make friends with him. We were as close as brothers. We had a lot of things in common, and we understood each other.

          Kwan and I spent a lot of time together. We sit together at lunch. We hang out with each other at recess, and we practice basketball together. We asked for each other’s help. In our class, people said that we were mean, but they did not understand, we were just messing with each other. We were offensive to each other, but not to the others, because we knew that we were joking around. He was one of those friends who truly understood me and treated me as a friend.

          Sometimes, we got on the teacher’s nerves, but mostly their good side. We were the A students. Although we both talk a lot, we still got good marks in subjects. We liked to ask some stupid questions on purpose and trick people. One of our favorite things to do was to troll people. We trolled our friends, our foes and some random strangers. We asked teachers stupid questions that they could not even respond to. It was funny to troll.

          I hoped that he would go to high school with me, that way, we would be able to practice basketball together, troll people together and help each other.